Like Janus you have got two heads
where you stretch out your wings to the sun
but yet with time
you did fall in dust and ash,
maybe from the time
when you did drag along a third of the angels,
burning like falling stars
when defeated they fell to earth
and like no phoenix
you could rise from the ash,
you had to let your last space flight plan
lie undone,
and you still try to say
mighty words to your followers,
but you cannot rise beyond the scope of this earth
and you want a ladder like Jacob had
while the sun
becomes just a concrete thing to humanity
that does determine day and night
and does give heat at its time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem